#very silly names

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

413 thoughts:

"Duela Dent" is an objectively hysterical name, and an even funnier character

look at this... Terezicoded Subjuggulator Olivebood Crotuna Lovechild

^THAT IS NOT A COMBINATION OF THINGS THAT SHOULD EXIST

[oniomn]

Alan, or Allan if you will

[darkmuffinstudios]

I’m a little ill for them

[maskofnova]

⚡Sparring Partners🔥

[shitpostingkats]

Every time I make another attempt to get into One Piece the show immediately reminds me that it has one of the funniest main cast dynamics in the entire world

[nocek]

Miguel is the plan guy in this triad (however useless it is with a chaos incarnate in it) and he'll make sure of it one bad fashion statement at a time.

[nebulanightsky]

Unclemare plays with his niece of her tea party

[anatomical-puppet]

omgggg ok i know it’s a little weird but does anyone else in the iwtutkbtsmliti fandom ship dickingdale 🙈

[priintiisor]

holywater propaganda be upon ye!!

i m not much of a shipper but i started shipping these two as a joke and now i think they re kinda cute,, anyways i m kinda surprised this is not a more popular ship. look at them

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

What can I even say here to redeem myself

[parasolladyansy]

Hero of Bombs - Isekai-ed Artist

WELP. Now I really am trapped in this AU XD I’m currently in Hebra on my way to the Wind Temple - that’s why they found me-Ansy (not DxP Ansy!) in the snow. 🌨️

Notes:

Not canon (or a much sillier AU of an AU)

Draws in a little pocket sketchbook 📖

Has other magic rods, but likes Sapphire best - freeze / flee & AOE ice cloud ❄️

Was most useful in Lanayru & the Water Temple (Opal Rod💧) - otherwise just forages for ingredients, cooks / crafts potions, & helps navigate 🗺️🌿

Hangs out with Ingo the most (Link wanders off a lot lol)

Since I wouldn’t last very long in a world without my medicine, I’m sure there was some kind of solution for that, like “Ansy found [Infinite Medicine] in her inventory!” or “Ansy’s health problems were all magically cured!” (if only 🥲) If all else fails, there’s always Fairies…? ouo;;

[puppppppppy]

my attempt at making a fursona

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!

[xenibenbb]

What a great meme to express my au

Anyway, meet Sombra :D

[sp0o0kylights]

Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him. 

They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down. 

His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror. 

This is his golden ticket. 

The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before. 

He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.

 Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.

No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now? 

He's fucked. 

He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.) 

 Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB. 

If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.

Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it. 

"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin. 

Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)

"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters." 

Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss. 

"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!" 

Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough. 

"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.

Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks.  "Looking forward to it." 

Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling. 

Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him. 

Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face? 

The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.

Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth. 

("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that." 

Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!” 

Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!" 

"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness." 

Eddie flipped him off.) 

One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.

No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later. 

Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!

[serendippertyy]

May I request some winter wonderland Zooble x Caine

YESSS WE NEED MORE ZOOBLE X CAINE IM OBSESSED W THEM 💗💗